I earned this buck fair and square from the stewardess on our flight to Richmond tonight. I bet her that our disco ball wouldn’t fit in the overhead compartment. Full of bravado (and tiny pretzels), she said she’d go as far as to bet $500. Not wanting to risk a year’s pay, I talked her down. Meanwhile, the people waiting in line behind me grew only more eager to board.
When she realized her error, she dutifully paid up, and said: “There. Now you can go get a cheeseburger.”
If I’d played my cards right, she would have had to tell me to buy five hundred cheeseburgers.
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